To The Ocean

To the Ocean —

Windswept hair, sand-battered skin

rays of sun beating down on tan feet trudging down the shoreline.

I lie on a surfboard in the midday heat, waves curling gently beneath me as calloused fingers trail

through salted water.

Later, I sit surrounded by friends and family, faint harmonic notes of The Beach Boys

playing through a tiny speaker.

I strum along on an acoustic guitar against the backdrop of the evening high tide,

orange and pink hues of the sunset melting into the horizon.

The cracks of driftwood in a bonfire release embers into the air, 

laughter traveling over the breeze as the lights of beach houses glow over the tops of dunes.

I hear the waves call to me, and tomorrow, I'll do it all again.

Signed,

The Girl Who Keeps Running Back To You